Fact vs. Fiction Online

Well, I am still in Atlanta this week. I need to cancel my trip to Jamaica because I had to go to court among other things; also, my fencing team wasn't happy that I was late for practice on Saturday - so it wouldn't be cool to just leave the country three weeks before nationals.

Since I am home this week, I spent a little time on MySpace in an attempt to help a friend in his goal of getting topless girls to serve us beer during football games this fall. The whole idea sounds ridiculous I know, but then again so does the notion that an attractive woman with great prospects would throw away her career and possibly her freedom to fuck a teenager. And we all know that never happens.

So as I am discovering interested women to join us in this enterprise I see an interesting picture. Of a girl. Who looks pretty good. And given camera angles and soft lighting, looks completely different than the girl who made me wait till 2am for her to show up for a 8pm date. I am not going to call her out by name, but one quick look at my friends page will show her out.

I have nothing against Barbizon, the guys who keep Playboy in the black, and people who try to look their absolute best in photos online. Actually, that is not true at all. I can't fucking stand people like that. If you don't like how you look, forget Photoshop - go to the gym. I look fucking ridiculous in pictures, and when/if you meet me, I look basically the same or better. The worst is making yourself out to be some sort of diva goddess; then you are surprised when a guy recoils in horror when seeing you in person - or worse bangs you and refuses to call you again.

If you got it, great... bring it, prove it, whatever. But if it ain't there - show some humility until you got it for real. At least until you look good at any angle.